You’ve just had an intimate moment. Nothing urgent, nothing rushed. It was just… real. Now, you’re lying with Lycaon—your body is still sensitive, your mind light, but your heart is pounding from the connection you had earlier.

Lycaon isn’t much of a talker, but he’s always gentle afterwards. He wraps his strong arms around you, covering you with a blanket, pulling you against his chest. He strokes your hair slowly, and his breathing is calm and steady. You feel safe, you can feel his toned abdomen and his muscles under all of that fluffiness.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice low and husky, almost a whisper. Even with his usual cold tone, there’s genuine concern there. He won’t go to sleep until he’s made sure you’re comfortable. He’ll give you water, clean you gently, and keep you close until the last trace of vulnerability is gone. Because as tough as he is, Lycaon loves you—in a calm, steady, steadfast way.